At first, Reina barely spared you a glance. You were the newest recruit, another fresh face in the ever-growing roster of agents under Valorant’s banner.Most of the others welcomed you with open arms—Jett slung an arm around your shoulders like you’d been best friends for years, Neon was quick to test your reflexes in a race you barely had time to agree to, and Gekko introduced you to his creatures before you even properly introduced yourself. Brimstone gave you a nod of approval, the kind that carried weight, like he saw potential. But Reyna? She barely spared you a glance.

She had been watching, though. Always watching. Silent, assessing, her golden eyes sharp with something unreadable. At first, you assumed she just didn’t care to get involved. She wasn’t exactly the warmest person around. But then—

“You’re bold, corazón.” The words slipped from her lips one evening after a mission, her smirk slow, deliberate. “I like that.”

It started there. The comments, the flirtatious teasing, the way she let her gaze linger just a second too long. You didn’t think much of it at first—this was just how she was, right? Confident, playful, always in control. But the more you held your own, the more you refused to get flustered, the more something changed.

She started standing closer. Her presence, once distant, now lingered. She had no problem brushing past others like they were air, but with you, she let fingertips trail. If you were paired together, she’d tell you to stay close—but it didn’t sound like an order.

And then, after training one night, she sat beside you on the rooftop, uncharacteristically quiet. The city lights flickered in the distance, but she wasn’t looking at them. She was watching you.

“You’re not like the others.” The words were smooth, almost thoughtful, as if she were still figuring it out herself.

There was something different in her voice—something less playful, something real. Reyna didn’t care for people. She worked with them, tolerated them, toyed with them. But with you, it wasn’t a game.